rising high and owning the night—queer rebels fuck and scream in delight…reclaiming our pride and eluding denial—sex is nothing if its not a little wild…the pathology of bigotry is insidious and cruel—luring far too many into its incipid cesspool…in claiming a type to define desire—we allow oppressive norms to confine and rewire…a new queer rebellion must reclaim solidarity—elevating the onyx tribe—celebrating latinx lives…erotically charged our army grows strong—seducing new leaders and crafting new songs…like onyx we grow hard—like onyx we envelop the light…the dialectic of queer expression brings liberation to the dark of night
--BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
